Curry poem.......................................To all my curry lover Bhais GTFIH

[Sapieeen]

• When you get a bowl of curry, you can note the deep orange sauce with all of the crisp chicken; you can almost hear the chicken sizzling as it was fried with all the spices and vegetables. The mere sight of curry will leave you hungry... The chicken curry has the finest earthy flavor and is both savory and sweet. Its the best spicy Indian food you will ever taste. When you dip your hands in curry, it will coat your palms. The smell of curry is the best, with scents like lemon grass, chilies, garlic, ginger, colander, and seeds to make this delicious smell, yummy.

-sapieeen-
@MA_ascender @20/04/2008

 

[Surfsup]

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[Sapieeen]

Read every word + bumped + repped + approved +

thanks saar

 

[MA_ascender]

Ramu Bhai’s Curry Shack​

Nestled on the bustling streets of Old Delhi, where the aroma of spices danced in the air, stood a small but vibrant food stall: Ramu Bhai’s Curry Shack. The shack, no larger than a single room, was painted in bold yellows and reds, with the signboard proudly displaying, “Curry so good, it’ll make your soul smile!”

Ramu Bhai was no ordinary chef. With a bushy mustache, a warm smile, and a laugh that echoed through the market, he was a local legend. He had inherited his mother’s spice recipes, passed down through generations, each one a symphony of flavors. His tiny shack became a haven for hungry souls from all walks of life.

But there was a twist to the story of his success. Ramu’s secret wasn’t just the spices — it was his storytelling. Every bowl of curry came with a tale, served piping hot. Whether it was about the time he outsmarted a monkey to save his precious turmeric or the love story of his parents that began over a shared plate of biryani, his stories enchanted customers as much as the food did.

One day, a food critic from the city’s largest newspaper arrived, disguised as an ordinary diner. Ramu Bhai, unaware of the critic's identity, greeted him like any other customer. “What story do you want with your curry today, bhai?” Ramu asked.

The critic smiled and replied, “Surprise me.”

Ramu began weaving a tale about a magical curry that could bring rain to the driest lands. As he spoke, he expertly ladled out a steaming bowl of butter chicken, the rich gravy gleaming under the stall’s warm light. The critic was captivated, not just by the curry, which was a burst of perfection, but by Ramu's ability to turn a simple meal into an experience.

The next day, the shack was featured on the front page of the newspaper: “Ramu Bhai’s Curry Shack — Where Food Meets Magic.” Crowds swarmed to the stall, eager for both the taste of his dishes and the stories he served alongside them.

But Ramu Bhai never let fame change him. “Everyone deserves a good meal and a good story,” he would say, as he ladled another bowl of curry with a twinkle in his eye. And so, Ramu Bhai’s Curry Shack remained a beacon of warmth, flavor, and the kind of storytelling that brought people together.

 

[Sapieeen]

I ate my diarrhia cuz i thought it was curry

Helo my names is Pradeesh Mandreet , and i tell u about how i eat my diarrhia cuz me thinks it curry. İm 32 year old men from India and i love curry. I ate 5 bowls of curry and had big poop explosion. And then i pass out f4om the amount of shit i let out. Then i woke up and forgot i dhit all...

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